The French celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve therefore it comes as no surprise that they should celebrate their national holiday July 14th, Bastille day on the night of the 13th.
So for the second year running we were about for the large meal which is held outdoors in the square outside the Mairie.
This year they excelled themselves.
There were various bonnes bouches on the tables when we got there, olives and nuts and the like and copious quantities of Sangria to wash them down.
Next a respectable Assiette de Charcuterie, with Rosé proffered in jugs, A Confit of Canard, with Red wine supplied, a good plate of cheese each and then a dessert which was a sort of trifle and a bottle of sparkling wine to wash that down.
The extortionate cost for this?
€8.50 a head.

And not only was this subsidised by the Mairie (it must have been) but the town councellors also waited at table for the night.
Surely this could be repeated in Irish towns and villages.

All this and the DJ remembered me from last year, that I had requested a Pink Martini song, came and shook my hand and then played two.
How cool was that!